This is a term that I became familiar with this year and it is one that I have since fallen in love with. For those of you who are still unaware of this delightful term, here is the definition: used to metaphorically describe a difficult situation, as in hard schoolwork. The word struggle can also be used in conjunction with other modes of transport, describing the depth to which one is struggling(i.e. struggle scooter, struggle skateboard, struggle footwear).

Good ol’ urban dictionary can never steer you wrong ;] If you aren’t satisfied with that definition then you can click on the link above to read through all the other ones or search for other slang terms that seem to be pouring out of our mouths these days. We say the darndest things.

All jokes aside, it really feels like I have been struggling, failing and drowning in the last week or so. I have never, ever questioned my life decisions more than I have in this past week and I’ve occasionally felt like doing the exact same thing as Spongebob. Right now, I would like nothing more than to crawl into bed with a giant pot of coffee, a platter of sushi and a hot water bottle and to binge watch series of The Bachelor.

So why am I feeling like this?

✚ On Friday I decided to undertake a raw food diet as part of my food writing research assignment. All was going well, more or less, until Sunday when I was hit with a wicked stomach virus. Throwing up for the next ten hours (or so) was the absolute worst thing. I couldn’t keep water down and the last thing I wanted to eat was a damn banana so I broke the diet…which, you know, didn’t change the throwing up thing but at least I could eat whatever I wanted. Yay.

✚ I’ve been questioning whether or not this is the right degree for me to be doing. Linguistics. Yes, I love languages and I would gladly saw off a finger or two if it meant that I was instantly fluent in the best languages (Spanish/French/Latin) but I still don’t know what I want to do with it. Yes, I want to be a journalist but is a degree in linguistics really going to help me? I don’t know. Lately I’ve been thinking about going and doing a postgrad in communications or public relations. I know something isn’t right but I can’t put my finger on it. I’m nearing halfway through my degree and one could say that it is almost too late to turn back now. Whoops.

✚ This study abroad thing is still doing my head in. I just found out that the three compulsory papers for my major to qualify as my major are only being offered at the beginning of next year when I’m not in the country. Is that enough for me to cut the trip early? Hell yes. I am not too keen on adding a year and a half onto my degree. Does that mean that I might experience less? Well, yes, but I can always go back. Right?

✚ Assignments. You college students will know what I mean. By ‘college’ I mean university, by the way. There are only three weeks left until study week and semester finals but with no exams, I have found that the pressure is well and truly onnnnnnn. Struggle bus.

Why should I stop feeling like this?

★ Once this week is over, well, it’s gone. Hallelujah. With being sick and generally run down, I have had a lot of time to sit and stew about certain situations and whilst that has been happening a lot of uni work has piled up. I should be feeling better on Friday once I turn in my research assignment that I am now doing on sushi…of all things.

★ I am going to the beach on Friday afternoon. I am so grateful that I have a place that I can escape to. I have times that I need to just get out of the city, away from the pressure of constantly ‘being in touch’ with people and just be. Once I get away from everything and everyone I feel like I will gain a lot more clarity.

★ I actually got to this stage of study abroad applications. A lot of people don’t get this chance or they drop out. I should be humble and grateful but all I can do is complain. I am a horrible person.

★ There are always second chances. No one said I was limited to one degree. No one said I was limited to just three years at university.

★ And best of all: all of this is just temporary. None of this is going to last forever. The stress will melt away. The dust will settle. Deadlines will come and go. Bags will be packed, unpacked and repacked. Feeling is just about the best and worst thing ever, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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2 thoughts on “Struggle bus.”

Typically, when I refer to being on the struggle bus it’s because I had spent the night out drinking and have a rough hangover the next day haha I’ll give you my thoughts on a relationship I had. He was my best friend, but there was always something more between us. I wanted to be in a relationship with him, but somehow it always didn’t work out. One week we would be pissed at each other. The next week we’d be best friends again. Basically, I believe that if he would have wanted to be with me he would have made it happen because he knew I wanted him. Eventually after about 4-5 years of this up down friendship something blew up and I haven’t talked to him since the summer. Though at the time it hurt and I missed him, I’ve realized that it’s better this way. Someone better will come along who loves all of you and wants to make things work with you. You’ll be okay girl. Like you said the dust will settle.

Haha yes, I have referred to the struggle bus in the same manner! I just love it because the phrase is so versatile and can be applied to 99.9% of situations! I’m quite in love with it. Thank you for sharing your story! I believe the same thing that you do. If he likes me and really wants it to work, regardless of the future, he will find a way to make it work. We’re starting to talk again now [I think] and it is good. I’m okay with being friends…for now. I am a bit of a jealous psycho so if I saw him with another female I would probably hit the roof…not gonna lie ;] You are one amazing person petal! Everything will be okay…eventually. That day just can’t come soon enough.

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